alan.sondheim's blog

i have no idea after the fact, what to make of this.it's everywhere rough. it tries to bring everything in fast.it's zen. there's no doubt. it's oud after shakuhachi.oud chases shakuhachi down. it's ugly. it's empty.id disappears. it is emptiness of gravitational horizons.and it is the extension of bandwidths of virtual particles.it gathers speed and collapses for no reason at all.it challenges reason and causality and origin.it is the refuse of a universe paradoxically emptied of time.we note this from our position before we disappear.like disappearance we take this sound with us.this sound is already disappeared before generation tantra.

142 death / virtual DEATH141 artworks or field of operations140 dying139 flutelegie138 thinking thru death137 Project and Water136 deep elogie135 in silence here134 Returning from Pennsylvania and eulogies133 bloody mess it is these days in me head and yours132 On Fissure (from Monika Weiss, with permission)131 clarity130 cicatrix SCAR129 never128 being and beings127 enunciation126 grep text125 painting of Rosemary Mayer and Alan Sondheim, by Raphael Soyer,1975124 Avatar using Slava Balasanov's Gifpumper123 section development with gifpumper thanks to Slava122 the idiotic poverty of pain PAIN121 gig through Roddy120 looking for musicians, does anyone read the blogs /wonders/

Ossi is a West Virginia feral cat, who has lived with us for fouror five years now. Her haunches are odd, and I have the feelingshe was the runt of the litter; she used to be defensive andfierce, striking out if we got too close. Now she's somewhat morerelaxed. She snores, which I think is a combination of what wasprobably a hard life, and the air around us in New York. For welive next to a 20,000 seat stadium going up, and asthma's on theincrease in the area - I've started using two inhalers myself. Wefought the good fight (platitude) but you can't fight City Hall(platitude), and the it won. The stadium's owned largely now by'a Russian' since the US owners were going broke; we have oursuspicions about this. In any case, the air is foul with dust

http://www.alansondheim.org/pompeii.mp4the face/body reconstitutes itself, dragging hermeneutics with it.nothing remains but the rewryte of memory, continuous.face/body neither dead nor alive, axed or picked or nubbed.one hundred meters minimum, holding avatar by choreography,or the gravitational pull of dance and tensor calculus.because it generates from nothing, proceeds from annihilation,unerased from previous aeons, themselves under erasure.what human can never know, extent of space and time.all bridges are broken to this image-land land-image,which seems to insist on the human in the midst of substance.

a 'smark' is a 'smeared mark' generally made by an ear or foreheadplaced against a plate-glass gallery window; it is produced when(on the occasion of) a subject attempts to listen or view thesounds or sights within. numerous smarks create a layered smear-domain_ which is an apparatus for the transmission of bacterial orviral agents between viewers and / or listeners. the result is anextremely simple means of epidemic creation, which may be summarizedas the lure-share technique. in other words, come see and hear mybeautiful gift to you - an amazing delight - a delicacy - and catchthe deadly migraine-flu!

Full bandwidth version of crystal radiodetuning and resonancein the Eyebeam window gallery installation going down tomorrow -always fascinated by the sounds; in this case, you're hearingpretty much what the piece sounded like from the storage roombehind the window. recorded with Zoom H2.

- just received this, shallow bowl, nice rounded sound, lotsof cracks. think this was originally inexpensive (poorly madesound hole filigree for example), but the spruce top has agedbeautifully, so the sound is good and the action isn'tterrible. when i listened to the recording, i could hear mynails, my breathing (upper and lower chest, wheezing, tensefrom allergic reactions), moving the instrument around, etc.- and thought - this is the sound of the flesh - using hissreduction - keeping only the hiss - i sought to bring thisout - this labor - fully - finding the sound fantasticallytransformed, something else of the wonder of the world

B train stalled at 4th street station. it approached slowly,less than walking speed, then stopped in the tunnel. i couldn'thelp it, i thought immediately of terrorism, take-overs, fury,hostages. we never found out what went on. but the voice wasthere, filling the station, and it wasn't comforting. later itook another B coming in front of it, on another line, sparkingall the while. i got off at Dekalb and waited for an R. two Qscame and went and i waited. the R never came. i took another Bto Atlantic. what happened.